Birthday

Man gets cut for his birthday

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	Paul just sort of looked at me with no expression onhis 
face.  My heart fell and I cursed myself silently formentioning it.  
Just as I was preparing myself for him to say he just wanted to be 
friends now, he spoke.
	"I guess that's okay.  Weird, but I can deal with it."  I let 
out a sigh of relief.  Paul began kissing me again, gently on the 
face, his hand behind my head.  I sank back down to lying on the bed, 
him over me, softly kissing my face.	His hand went to my groin and 
started fondling my balls, as he knew I liked.  I put my arms around 
him and hugged him lightly as my tongue went past his teeth.  His 
erect cock rubbed against my stomach and I could feel the slickness 
of the precum leaking from it.  He moved a hand up to my cock and 
started jacking me off, slowly.  "You want to go first?" he asked.
		"No," I answered, "I want you to."  I flipped over 
and got on all fours on the bed while he went up to his knees behind 
me.  He continued to massage my balls with one hand while fingering 
me with the other, loosening me up a bit.  He stopped long enough to 
reach for the KY can by the bed and lube himself up. 	Through this 
I imagined that he was only fondling my balls in preparation of their 
removal, as they hung down loose between my legs, me restrained, 
breathing heavily as the knife hovered behind me somewhere waiting 
for the proper moment to castrate me.  My cock throbbed.	And 
then Paul was in me, slowly at first, giving me time to relax before 
he pulled out and in over and over again, his hands on my ass, giving 
out those little grunts he always does when he fucks me.  My mouth 
hung open as the imaginary Paul had his way with me before he 
emasculates me.  My nipples are erect, and I rub the right one with 
my left hand just as Paul plunges deep enough to hit my prostate, and 
I shudder with pleasure as the waves travel through my body, one, 
then another, every time he makes it.  My testicles hang heavy in 
their sac as my cock is nearly ready to burst.
	Then, with one single long moan, Paul cums inside me.  I 
manage to hold mine, and he falls forward, still inside, relaxing for 
a moment as the moment comes and fills me up with a load of goo. He 
recovers within a few seconds and pulls out, his cock softening 
already, and I flip over, my legs spread wide.  His balls rest on my 
belly and his cock is still a little hard, just firm enough to stay 
pointing out.  Paul plays with my nipples a little, then moves his 
ass over my raging hard cock, lowering himself slowly onto it. I feel 
the wave of warmth as his rectum envelopes my cockhead, and the moist 
feeling spread lower down the length of the shaft.
	Now his ass was some diabolic machine that slid over my cock 
and would soon sever it.  I closed my eyes and waiting in 
anticipation of the moment when I would simply not feel it anymore.  
He would move off of me, and there would just be my balls hanging 
there alone, waiting for their own chance to be removed. 	He 
went up a bit and I thrust upward.  We worked into a slow steady 
rythym, him moving up, then down as I thrust upward to his his 
prostate.  His cock came to full erection again, and I played with 
his balls and rubbed his stomach muscles - it tickled him a little 
bit,  which I knew only aroused him more. 
	I felt a breath of air on my testicles, exposed with my legs 
apart, and imaged the veritable horde of people back there with 
scissors and such just waiting to take advantage of a man with his 
balls hanging out, obviously just waiting to be cut off. 
	I thrust again and Paul let out a moan.  Precum mixed with 
lube dripped onto my stomach and Paul began to jack himself slowly 
and rub his chest.  I moved hands back to my nips and continued 
thrusting, faster, harder, my balls flapping against the inside of my 
legs, until finally I came into him. 
	I kept thrusting throughout it, my eyes closed and Paul 
moaning softly.

	Paul doesn't mention the conversation until the next 
evening.  "Why do you want to be neutered?" he asked.  "Is there 
something wrong, I mean, are you unsatisfied or something?"  I never 
thought this would make him insecure. 

	I tell him of course not.  "I don't want to be neuter, I just 
don't like my genitals.  I still like sex, and even if my balls or 
cock or both were gone, I would still want to be fucked." 

	"What's wrong with them?  I like yours just fine." 

	"Nothing's wrong with them.  I don't know why I want them 
gone, Paul, I just do.  I have for a long time." 

	"How long?"  He doesn't seem as worried anymore, now just 
inquisitive. 

	"Shit...since high school, I guess.  Maybe earlier, I don't 
even know."  I shifted gears.  "This doesn't freak you out too bad, 
does it?  I've never told anybody this before." 

	"No.  I figure it's just a fetish that isn't as common as 
shoes or whatever.  It's just really weird."



	In bed that night we we're both pretty horny after working 
out, but I don't really feel like topping.  Paul, I think, has always 
preferred to be on top, so doesn't object.  Everything's going pretty 
normally, until when he has me doggy style, my balls in his hands, he 
whispers, "I could tear them off." 

	A wave of feeling overwhelms me and I tighten up. "Hey, 
loosen up some," he says.  I apologize and do.  "Liked that, huh?"  
	"Okay, then, harem guard," Paul says to me.  My sultan slaps 
my balls around a little and brushes his hand against them.  "You 
know if you want to guard the harem what must be done to you." 	"Yes, 
master," I say to him.  I look at the other harem guards around the 
room, standing nude with their swords in hand, limp, shrunken cocks 
hanging between their legs. 

	"No man can enter the harem and remain intact but me."  Of 
course I know this. 

	"So..." he grunts like he always does, "they'll just have to, 
" another grunt, "come, " grunt, "off!"  At that he explodes into me, 
and I onto the sheets.  He licks up the cum from the sheets and my 
cock as I lay back. 

	"How was that?" Paul asks. 

	"Unexpected."  I smile, and he laughs softly.  "But good." 
I give him a peck on the forehead, and we snuggle, jockeying position 
to avoid lying on the wet spot.

	We roleplay a little more over the next few weeks.  I am a 
harem guard to be a few times.  Sometimes I'm Samson and he's some 
sort of Delilah.  Sometimes I'm an Italian boy with a good voice, or 
an English boarding school discipline problem.  No matter what it is, 
it's always intense.  Paul really seems to get into these as well - 
the roleplaying is a new thing for him.

	Months pass, and it's my birthday.  Paul says he has a 
surprise planned for me, and to dress up nice for dinner.  We go to a 
local place, really nice, and I discover that Paul and my friends 
have a party planned there for me.  After that's over we go back 
home, stuffed, and he says there's another surprise he's got planned 
for me. 

	In the bedroom he undresses me and strips the sheets off the 
bed, revealing the plastic mattress below.  "Lay on the bed, spread 
eagled," Paul says to me.  I do so, and he pulls out four pairs of 
fuzzy handcuffs. 

	"This is new," I remark.  Paul just smiles. 

	"I'll be right back."  He leaves the room while unbuttoning 
his shirt.  I lay on my back in silence, pondering what Paul could be 
doing.  Is this some sort of birthday present for me?  He had gotten 
me a really nice silk shirt already. 

	A few minutes pass and I hear a knock at the door.  Paul 
opens it and I can hear him talking to somebody else.  He comes back 
into the bedroom, now stripped to the waist.  I notice for a brief 
instant the way the light gleams off his abdominal muscles, then turn 
my attention to the man behind him.  He's a big guy, well toned, 
shaven head and as he sets his pack down and pulls his shirt off, 
smooth body as well. 

	"This is Kyle Cohen," Paul tells me.  "He's going to give you 
your birthday present."  Paul unbuckles his pants while Kyle says 
hello and takes off his shoes. 

	"So what sort of present is it?" I ask.  Paul steps out of 
his pants, already erect.  Kyle drops his shorts and stands before 
me, totally nude. 

	It takes me a moment to realize what I'm seeing before me.  
Two thick legs, a nice six-pack, and nothing inbetween. "Holy shit!" 
I exclaim.  My already hardening cock springs to attention.  I jerk 
against my bonds momentarily and then remember I'm handcuffed to the 
bed, like a dog chasing a squirrel across a yard only to be yanked 
back by the chain about his neck. 

	"Paul here tells me you want to be castrated," Kyle says.  
"So, this is your birthday present."  He started taking things out of 
his bag.  "Your cock, too."  He filled a syringe with something. 
	Kyle says, "Be still," and sticks the needle into my flesh 
just above my cock.  He looks at Paul and says, "Go to it." 	Paul 
now comes to me.  "You have five minutes before your cock is 
completely numb.  If you can cum within that time, so be it, 
otherwise, you'll be castrated without ever having another orgasm as 
a man." 

	I inhale sharply as Paul goes down on me, greedily sucking 
and licking at my crotch as if mine is the only penis on the planet.  
I csn already feel the anesthetic taking hold, at the root now, but 
spreading slowly.  I look at Kyle, his muscular body, devoid of 
genitals.  "So what's your, unh, story?" I ask him.  The numbness is 
spreading into my scrotum and up to my stomach. 	"I'm a farm 
kid," he says.  "I got a castration fetish really young, and when I 
got to college I managed to find a guy who castrates people for 
money, like in S&M type things.  He let me hang out with him and 
learn how to do it, but I had to lose more than just my balls as 
payment.  I agreed.  He taught me how to do it, then, one night, we 
showed up at a club to castrate a guy and I found out it was me." 
	Paul is going crazy in my crotch.  I'm bucking into his face, 
trying desparately to cum before the anesthetic overwhelms my 
genitals totally.  The numbness has my scrotum full now, and only a 
little bit of my cock isn't numb anymore.  I don't think I'll make 
it. 

	I think of everything I can to make myself cum; parades of 
naked emasculated men, scissors, I look at Kyle, but nothing helps.  
I feel the numbness spread like jelly, and soon after my cock begins 
to soften. 

	"Can you feel this?"  Paul asks.  I don't know what he's 
doing; I can't feel anything. 

	"Nope." 

	Paul stands up.  "That's it, then.  Time to lop 'em off."  So 
that's it, then, I think to myself. 

	"I'll cut out the balls first, then do the cock," Kyle 
remarks to no one in particular.  "It helps that he's already 
shaven."  So that's why Paul wanted me to shave this morning, I 
realize.  Kyle marks with a black grease pencil where the incisions 
will be, and pulls a scalpel out of his bag while Paul slides a 
plastic bedpan underneath me.  Kyle pulls on gloves and swabs my 
whole midsection in dark brown antiseptic.  I'm horny as hell but my 
cock won't stay up. 

	Kyle pulls out a scalpel.  I can't see what's happening as 
the bedpan makes a hump that block my view, but I can feel little 
tugs and see my cock bob as Kyle pulls on my scrotum.  There's a 
sharp tug, and Kyle holds one small lump of grayish flesh covered in 
blood.  "This is the left one."  A few more tugs, and then goes the 
right one.

	"You're an official eunuch now," says Paul.  Kyle marks more 
lines as he prepares to cut out my cock as well.  I can see these, 
even as the scalpel is shoved into my lowerabdomen.  I can feel this 
a little bit, but just as pressure.

	"Does it hurt?" asks Kyle.  I shake my head no.  Kyle 
continues to cut down, then returns to do another one.  He does a lot 
right between my legs, where I can't see, but I can feel a lot of 
tension being released near the root of my cock - like he's cutting 
ligaments or something.  Then, with no warning at all, he simply 
lifts up my cock, now completely detached from my body.  It's a lot 
bigger with the stuff that's normally inside me still attached to it.

	Paul is jacking himself off in the corner.  I feel a little 
faint while Kyle breaks open little packets of sutures and starts 
sewing me back up.  This takes a lot longer than I've always expected 
it to, but after an hour or so, all that protrudes from my groin is a 
lump of bandages and a catheter.

	Kyle sticks an IV in my arm and peels the gloves off, dumping 
them into a red biohazardous waste bag.  He then takes some sanitary 
towels and starts cleaning me up while Paul cleans all the other 
stuff up and gets the bedpan out from under me.  My whole groin is 
still numb, and the only pain I feel is a little sting from the IV.

	"You doing okay?" asks Kyle.  I slowly nod my head 
affirmative.  I'm still a bit in shock about what just happened; I 
mean, this guy just cut my cock off.  Too bad I coudn't really enjoy 
it yet.

	Not that they were leaving me bored.  If nothing else, 
watching this muscular eunuch walking around naked would have been 
something.  After they got me cleaned up they uncuff me and just have 
me laying naked, my midsection wrapped up with the IV in my arm and 
my head propped up.

	"Looks like you're all set," Kyle says to no one in 
particular.

	"Looks like it."  Paul stood with his hands on his hips, his 
cock growing erect.  Kyle pulls a jar of something I couldn't see and 
a condom out of his bag.  He tosses the rubber to Paul, who opens it 
and put it on.  Kyle has the jar open and gets some of what looks 
like grease on his hand.  Paul approaches him and Kyle starts rubbing 
the goo on Paul's cock.

	I'm aroused myself, just watching, but there's no lump this 
time.  "Or ever," I think to myself.  Kyle bends over and Paul 
inserts his cock into Kyle's ass.  It occurs to me that good looking 
or not, Kyle probably doesn't get laid often.  The humiliation of 
other people knowing that you don't have a cock must be intense.

	Absentmindedly, I move a hand to my groin only to feel the 
bandages.  With that option gone, I move it up to my nipples and 
start teasing them instead.  My sultan is fucking another harem 
guard.  I'm a little jealous, but only because he can get fucked 
right now, whereas I'm numbed and wrapped up.  Watching Kyle get 
fucked makes me pine for the day when I heal enough to fuck, er, get 
fucked myself.  It occured to me that when Paul would want to take it 
we'd need to get a dildo or something.

	My sultan is rubbing the smooth, empty crotch of his guard 
and pumping slowly.  Kyle is a moaner, letting out soft ones, but his 
eyes are closed and his mouth hangs open.  I want to fuck him so bad, 
and it occurs to me what a tragedy it is that I never did when I 
could have. 

	Kyle cums first, sort of a clear spittle dripping out of the 
hole in his groin.  He catches it with his hand and offers it to 
Paul, who licks at it greedily.  He laughs.  "Like Sprite."  Kyle 
giggles a little too, then stops as Paul starts up again.  I pass out 
somewhere from a combination of drugs and shock...